It Became a Serious Thing Chapter 2

H

e deepened their kiss, and his tongue entwined with hers.

He finally released her lips to get some air, Colette was panting in an erotic manner. Lionel looked at her like a ravenous beast.

Colette took his hand quickly, ‘Please listen to me, I didn’t really want to do this but I was coerced. My seniors; they made me dress like this.’

Perhaps with this he would change his mind about bedding her, but his softly spoken reply made her realise her fate was sealed,

‘I’m wondering whether to take this off or leave it on…’

‘Such…ahhh…’ he had begun to caress Colette’s full b.r.e.a.s.t.s through the sheer silk, her dusky nipples puckered and he took a nipple into his mouth through the cloth.

She would be in trouble keeping it on, Rose may ask her to show the babydoll tomorrow.

‘No stop. Don’t get it dirty.’

‘Okay, let’s get it off you.’

He pulled the ribbon that held the lingerie together and slipped the top and matching bottoms off quickly and then her shoes.

Without much time to blink, Colette was naked on a man’s bed. Why was this happening? She could not understand.(Zuben: You inflamed his pa.s.sions)

She stared dumbfounded as Lionel took off his clothes; he stripped off his jacket and shirt, his long boots were thrown off and his trousers and underpants were taken off in one stroke.

Colette came face to face with a man’s naked desire for the first time and she wanted to run. She sat up and shuffled back on the bed, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back down.

He lay down on top of her, skin to skin. What to do? Colette was apprehensive,

‘Please stop, I’m still a virgin,’ she hastily cried out. He would stop now, wouldn’t he? (Zuben: Would he...?)

He stopped his ministrations on her body. She felt relieved.

‘You’re a virgin?’

‘Yes.’

‘Would you like to remain so until marriage?’

‘Yes,’ she nodded nervously hoping he would stop, but Lionel said almost stoically,

‘Let’s protect your purity. Don’t worry; there are many things to do besides the actual deed.’ (Zuben: There certainly are)

Colette wanted to cry, she didn’t know she what she should react to this development.

He trailed kisses around her face and down her neck, giving her little licks and nibbles which sent thrills down her body. He stroked her soft skin with his large hands, Colette sighed at the sensation. He sucked on her clavicle as he ma.s.saged her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Although, his hands were big and strong, he fondled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s gently like he cared about not hurting her.

Colette’s large b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which she had a complex about, filled his large hands as he softly rubbed them. He pinched her nipples and she cried out,

‘Ahn~’ her moan was sweet but Colette bit her lips to keep from crying out more. Lionel looked at her with a heated expression,

‘Colette is so cute…’

His face was foreboding and he looked angry, he seemed to be a liar. But Colette drank in air as he kissed and caressed her down her luscious body, leaving the skin ignited with desire.

‘Colette is so lovely, I like you…’

This man was a bad man who loved1 women with sweet words.

She was surprised. She didn’t understand why he was so into having her. (Zuben: Cut the cake

Give me a little piece, let me lick up the cream♫)

Lionel and Colette did not move in the same circles. They’d never spoken a word to each other until she ran into him. There was nothing to indicate why he would favour her. His rank in society was very close to royalty. For generations, his family have protected the royal family as their knights.

Because Colette’s family was rich, there have been people who have thought to deceive Colette by being kind and friendly, so they would gain some of her family’s wealth, but she did not think Lionel was that kind of person.

To appeal to a man like him felt nice. Though, she liked it when he called her cute, she didn't actually believe it. Lair. Yet her heart enjoyed his sweet whispers for she had no resistance to it, all she could do was breathe and savour these new feelings for this moment.

He stroked the folds between her legs that were now slick with her nectar,

‘Ah! Ahn~…’

‘You’re already wet here, how lovely.’ He said as his fingers stroked her.

‘Ah! Stop! Ah ah~’

‘You’re so wet, how lewd Colette.’

‘Ah…more…there~’

His fingers rubbed her sensitive and engorged nubbin as he sucked on her nipples. Colette had never touched herself there like that, it felt so good. Lionel’s fingers were soon drenched in her honey as he stroked her drenched petals and her c.l.i.toris. She raised and twisted her waist following the movements of his hand. The pleasurable heat between her legs built up till it was almost unbearable.

‘Your reactions are so cute, Colette, so responsive.’

‘Ah~Oh~ Oh~…’

His slimy finger made one more pa.s.s at her around her wet petals, and the heat between her legs expanded, sending waves of pleasure around her body. She raised her hips, twisting her waist rubbing Lionel’s fingers harder against herself. She screamed, and her body gave out.

‘You came. Did you feel good?’ he asked her.

Colette looked at Lionel; it looked like there was a fever in his eyes. He eyes met hers and she could see the desire in them, it excited her.

Lionel saw her as a woman he wanted and he was blatant with his need. She’d never been wanted before, and it made her desire for him awaken. She was someone who had the power to turn this man on, it made her feel confidence that she’d never felt before.

Being his woman, he had the power to make a woman put on airs. His desire for made her self-confidence grow. The little she had had been obliterated by Rose and her buddies. For sad woman like her, his desire for her was a kind of charm and pride.

Colette looked at Lionel full of expectation. Lionel kissed Colette and resumed his caressing, focusing on her c.l.i.toris.

‘Ah, it’s too much…stop.’

‘Colette, touch me too.’ He rasped as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his hot manhood. It was thick and hard as steel, and soft like velvet. It felt nice to the touch. She face was even redder as she began to stroke softly.

‘Colette, hold it tighter.’ He held her hand and showed her how to stroke the shaft.

‘Is this okay?’ she asked as she began to touch him like he asked.

‘Yes,’ he groaned.

They played with each other as he whispered lewd nothings in her ear,

‘That’s it Colette, harder.’

‘Your skin is so soft,’

Their kisses were deep and long, and left them panting. Colette tried not to think of how weird and intimate it was to be rubbing a man’s p.e.n.i.s (Zuben: Girl, that ship has sailed and is now in the middle of a storm)

Lionel did not let up on his ministrations on her nipples and her c.l.i.toris. Soon, her head was going blank and she cried out,

‘Ahn…Ahn…I’m gonna come again.’

‘Yes, come. Come for me.’

Her head went white as she screamed out.

She held on to Lionel tightly as she regained her senses. She got accustomed to caressing Lionel’s thing. She rubbed her thigh against his erection. He kissed her hard again barely giving her room to breathe, but she returned the kisses with equal ferocity as he began to rub himself against her skin. Soon they were sweaty and, gliding and grinding against each other. Even though, she had no experience, just by noting his reactions, she knew how to make him feel good. Lionel panted harder, as the strokes got more fervent, soon he spilled his white stuff between them. Their bodies became sticky. (Zuben: Icing on the Cake)

Colette’s self confidence grew at his release. I have a charm that can make this man like this, she thought to herself; a man of a n.o.ble family.

‘Lionel…’ she called, but he kissed her. The flames of his desire did not seem to have dissipated yet,

‘More, Colette,’

‘Yes,’

Lionel came a few more times, but they kept at each other without concern.

Colette returned to her senses when Lionel slid his finger into her untouched love hole,

‘Ow!’

‘You’re tight, but you’ll get used to it little by little.’

She knew that but she had told him no.

‘I don’t want to…’

‘Colette let me love you completely.’

‘Please forgive me, but no.’

Colette pushed him away and came off the bed. The heat from their joined bodies disappeared rapidly, and Colette took it as a sign: It was simply a one night stand, Colette decided.

‘I need to go, can I clean myself please?’

‘I understand. Come this way.’ He said, not pressing her any further.

He took her to his washroom; it was a simple room with a shower, a toilet and washbasin. He took towel, wet it and began to clean her skin.

‘It’s alright; I can’t allow Lionel-sama to do such a thing…’

‘It doesn’t matter,’

‘No, no matter, I will have to clean Lionel-sama…’ she lost her train of thought as she watched Lionel become hard again.

He’d already finished three or four times…thinking about how she had held it, and caressed it earlier with wanton abandon, Colette became awkward.

Lionel simply said, ‘I understand,’

He gave her the towel and went under the fixed shower head, and turned on the tap. The water was cold even though it was midsummer, but it seemed like Lionel was accustomed to it.

Lionel dried himself with another towel.

‘Aren’t you cold?’ she asked unconsciously.

‘I am used to it.’

‘I’m not good with cold; I can’t use the shower so easily even in the summer.’

She was just chatting innocently, but Lionel’s eyes showed banked fires even with his expressionless face.

‘Colette is soft and lovely everywhere, it’s better if you’re warm.’

‘Ah…how can you say such a…’

She would never have thought someone stoical such as Lionel could say such sweet unnecessary things. Lionel rubbed his body against Colette,

‘It’s true; everything about you is soft and sweet,’

‘Don’t say such things…it’s embarra.s.sing.’

‘Your embarra.s.sed face is cute too.’

Being praised like this, she might start to believe that he was in love with her. Colette strongly felt that this man was dangerous to her heart.

Once they dried off, they returned to the room. Colette wore the discarded panties, but the baby doll hadn’t been cast far enough away and was now stained with fluids. It wasn’t wearable so Lionel gave her a clean shirt from his wardrobe,

‘It would be large but you can wear this.’

‘Thank you very much, I will borrow it.’

Colette wore the shirt gratefully, and she put on the cloak over it. Colette wanted to take the stained baby doll with her but there was nowhere to keep it. She was confused as to what to do, when Lionel said,

‘Leave it, I will get it washed.’

‘I really would like to get rid of it…’

‘Then leave it here.’

‘But if someone finds it here, wouldn't that be bad for you?’

There might be a penalty for bringing women into the barracks for s.e.x. She didn’t want her folly to cause problems,

‘It won’t be a problem. We are used to dealing with secrets in our line of work.’

‘I see. Thank you, I will leave it to you then.’

Although, he seemed to like s.e.x a lot, she had never caught wind of any rumours concerning Lionel and other ladies. It may be because the members of his squad were tight-lipped.

‘I will walk you to your residence,’ he announced.

‘Ah, there’s no need to.’

‘I want to, so I will either way.’

Her heart skipped a beat. It would truly be bad if she got carried away with his words. If she got taken in, and then he left her, she would be devastated. As they walked through the quite barracks, Colette tried to harden her heart.

‘When I came here earlier, no one seemed to question me, is that okay?’

‘There’s nothing wrong with someone asking about a knight’s room, you won’t be stopped even if the person is a maid. Such things are tolerated.’

‘Ah, is that so…’

The remainder of their journey was in silence, Lionel said nothing and Colette did not know what to say to him, but she wondered what was this person thinking?

There was no doubt that wanting to know what he was thinking was something out of her strata. Their position and way of life were vastly different. However, she wanted to know what he thought about tonight. Colette saw the maids’ dormitory in the near distance, she turned to him,

‘Here is fine, my dormitory is just over there. Thank you. Please excuse me.’ She curtsied and turned to go, when she her wrist was caught and she was pulled back. Colette looked up in surprise at Lionel, he’d caught her with such a minimum of movement, (Zuben: For shizzle…?)

But his words were even more of a shocker,

‘When can we meet again?’ he asked

You want to meet again? She thought, incredulous.

His expression remained neutral while Colette’s eyes were wide with surprise. Colette shook her head; she did not want to be a kept woman,

‘I’m sorry but no,’ she said firmly and he let her go. He was accustomed to playing and didn’t chase after those who left. Colette quickly curtsied and ran off.

It was good only for a few hours, to fall for him from only his caresses and kisses would be silly. He was good at lovemaking. And he seemed like a kind person. Despite his playboy nature, she decided he was a silent and serious person. (Zuben: Why are you going on about things you know nothing about?)

He was man who could whisper sweet nothings into a woman ear in the dark of night. Colette, being a dreamer and a bit ignorant of the world, could not tell if he liked her truly. Unfortunately, Rose had mentioned that the n.o.bles were adept at using people’s feelings, and throwing the partner away the moment they got bored.

They only did it once. As for the second encounter, he didn’t really mean it. It was just a coincidence that Colette got the chance to perform Rose’s request. Love can’t grow just from that.

It is best not to see each other again, she thought firmly as the returned to her room.

♞

The next morning, Rose and her gaggle of girls surrounded Colette,

‘So, how was it? There was no way you went.’

‘Did you go to Lionel’s rooms with that vulgar underwear on?’

Colette kept her head lowered and said,

‘Yes, I did.’

‘Lie, you wouldn’t dare!’

‘I did go. No one gets stopped if you go to the barracks; I was led to his rooms by a knight called Ethan.’

‘Lies!’ Rose said in disbelief.

‘Lionel-sama gave me permission to enter his rooms.’

‘And you showed the underwear?’

‘Yes.’

‘And said, give me your compa.s.sion?’

‘Yes,’

'You must be joking.'

'She's lying,'

 There were murmurs of disbelief among the group. But they asked,

‘What did Lionel do?’

‘He walked me back here,’ she said. She did not want them to know the middle part.

Rose paled a bit and cautiously asked,

‘You did not say unnecessary things, did you?’

‘What unnecessary thing?’

‘About us, sending you there...?’

Colette gave a small smile,

‘I did not tell him your name,’

Rose’s complexion changed completely, though Colette did not say the name, she did mention that she was instructed.

‘You b.i.t.c.h!’ Rose screamed, and raised her hand to slap Colette. But another maid stopped her.

‘Rose, stop it. Don’t you think this is a little excessive?’

Rose relaxed, but Colette knew she would not let go that easily, so she kept her gaze down.

‘You, going to a man’s room at night. Did you know he has a fiancée?’

‘I only did as instructed.’

‘And speaking of fiancés, didn’t I hear that you also have one?’

Yes. Colette was planning to marry her childhood friend. He was the son of a merchant who were business partners with their family.

‘He is an understanding person; he will be okay, once he knows why I went there.’

The reply was filled with hidden meaning which Rose seemed to understand (Zuben: eh, and that would stop her?) Throwing an annoyed glance at Colette, she walked away saying

‘I will say nothing more.’

With this, Colette was able to do her work quietly for a time.

After that incident, it seemed as though they had gotten bored and the hara.s.sment ceased. They did not talk to her anymore. She was given more work than others, but with the peace and quiet, Colette was able to perform her duties with ease.

A few days later, someone came up to her,

‘Are you Colette?’

‘Yes,’

Colette looked up at the visitor; it was a knight of the Black Dragon order; a female knight. She wore the dark uniform of the order.

‘What can I do for you?’

The knight handed Colette a letter, ‘Please read this,’

‘Now?’

‘Yes,’

Colette accepted the missive and quickly opened it to read: I want you to return the shirt you borrowed. If you can’t come, I will come and collect it from you.

Though no name was signed, she knew it was from Lionel. Colette wondered if this is what “playing with fire” meant. The knight looked at Colette and said,

‘I was to get a reply.’

‘Um, yeah…I will tell you.’

‘Date and time please…’

It seemed she was a competent knight so Colette told her she would come that night at the same time as last.

She watched dumbfounded at the development as the knight walked away.

It has become a serious thing… (Zuben: Well…)